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little torment – some more pain lyrics

[verse]
yeah i need generational weath
i ain’t tryna keep it real to know i’m by myself
i got lazy last night, slept with a z of yay
another day waiting to blow, i hope the feds don’t raid
my boy i’m straight, i get the weight at a decent rate
but i know that it’s depression when i’m sleeping late
they say i’m the realest uk rapper to date
and i don’t say sh+t, it’s all on display
ask me “what’s this tape?”, i say “just more pain”
plug asked me what i need, i say “just more caine”
all i need’s this money, i don’t need the fame
either way it’s just good things when they speak my name
bro you know how i feel, sometimes i kept it too real
times i shoulda cut them off, gave that man another job
gave myself another cost, take it like a f+cking boss
take a couple steps back, made lil bro just run the shop
all this just a game, won’t let it stress my brain
my n+gga m a team player, s been the same
get this money, raise our kids, this been the only aim
but you know there’s always someone wanna test your aim
my little bro getting money now, we have to laugh
for all the times i gave him headaches cah he made life hard
i don’t forget about no beef like i ain’t played my part
that’s how n+ggas end up dead, boy that’s a dangerous path
i’m only playing real rap when i’m rolling round
i need absolute silence breaking yola down
shawty like her r&b and her older sounds
i don’t really argue with her, she already know i’m down
every man need a woman that can hold him down
pick my forty+four up, tell shawty “hold my crown”
every time i link my brother and he’s feeling down
there’s smoke in the room but he ain’t been rolling loud
i gotta stick this thing out, i know it won’t be easy
a lotta folks don’t wanna see me win, i’m way too greazy
i can’t listen to them raps, i swear it’s way too cheesy
i’m in here with two brizzies from the plug
you know when the flake’s all greasy?
the game had me so vexed
f+ck it though, i got some buj i’m bout to go get
and buss it down like a rolex
coldest rapper and they know it, haters want me to blow it
forty+four i’ma blow it and your b+tch gonna blow it
time for drill, i’m a culprit, masked up before covid
i put food on the table, my n+gga bloated
ask me what this tape is, i say “more facts”
don’t know how we’ve been coping, it’s just mad
hoping the neighbours don’t know that this my stash
ask me what this tape is, i say “more fire”
little bro need more fire, them straps like work attire

- little torment lyrics

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